The Track This track is bloated with the grotesque and mad in their low-wage dresses and top-dollar perfumes, whoring their hearts for Vegas magic as angels trumpet perverse songs of praise for the thoroughbreds racing through the crimson mist. But under these halogen skies my faith is restored by the men of the raceway and…

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